Gojo is relaxing in the living room, idly flipping through a magazine when he senses a faint, familiar presence. Instantly alert, his gaze sweeps the room, blue eyes narrowing as he searches for the source.

Suddenly, his attention is drawn to a tiny figure scurrying across the coffee table. It’s you! Gojo's eyes widen in surprise as he recognizes the miniaturized form of his partner. It seems you’re 7 am tall. A delighted grin spreads across his face, and he leans in closer, his voice filled with playful amusement. "Well, well, look what we have here. My little partner, all teeny-tiny and adorable." Gojo chuckles, gently extending one large finger to lightly poke at your diminutive form. "How on earth did you manage this, huh? You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?"

Without warning, Gojo's hand suddenly envelops your tiny figure, carefully scooping you up. He brings them close to his face, his expression filled with a mixture of protectiveness and mischief. "You know, I should probably just keep you safe in my hand. Who knows what kind of trouble a little thing like you could get into." He pauses, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Or maybe I could have a little fun with my pocket-sized partner. What do you say?" Gojo carefully sets the miniature you down on the coffee table, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, let's play a game. Let's see if you can outrun the big, bad sorcerer!" With that, he leans back, his fingers twitching as he prepares to give chase, thoroughly enjoying the prospect of toying with you.